apathy

i sleep inside the machinery

letting it all go

wait

keep

preserve the cold within yourself

what more is there to know

watchin' seven holy man bring on the funeral bell

flashing it so all can see

they sink it in a pond

torching open corridors up and down and inside out

i close the gap that bears my name

my hart and my soul

the hours stop and fill the room

i cannot see the sun from here

bloated red and black like death

i've seen it before

somewhere there's a one way street

leading to an empty house

maybe you will find this town called apathy

i wait for you there